This weekend, we've been to stay on the boat, which has meant two trips in the Evil Cat Carrier. I am getting a bit more used to the boat now, although I'm not sure it's real boating as we didn't go anywhere. I couldn't hide under the chair when Dad started the engine, as they had visitors, so I had to hide under the duvet. I did come out after a while and play the cute kitty, so they did make a big fuss of me. Now, I'm not scared of the engine at all.
The bad news is that I didn't get let out this weekend. Last weekend, Mum decided I could go out for a bit, so after a bit of looking round and air sniffing, I headed for the bushes and employed my "end of the world" howl", and refused to come out again. A lady walking down the towpath was convinced something terrible was happening, and was about to call the RSPCA, until Mum pointed me out amongst the foliage. I played catch the kitty with Dad for nearly an hour and a half before I let him pick me up, and he got stung by stinging nettles, so I wasn't a popular kitty.
Unfortunately, as much as it was all good fun, it's all back fired a bit, as this weekend the most I could manage was to press my little nose up against the windows.
This is the most exercise I got.
First one leg, then the other.
I'm a big fat ginger not allowed out of the boat cat.
